[Comprehensive British and American] Chaoying Pet Shop

When Steve Rogers opened the bathroom door in the morning, he saw a little doctor squinting his eyes and brushing his teeth.

He froze for a moment, ready to close it and open it again.

Halfway through, he belatedly remembered that a free door-to-door doctor crawled in through the window of his home last night.

There was a warm look in the man's blue eyes.

Today is Saturday.A good day starts now.

He walked into the bathroom lightly and stood behind the little doctor.

It was still early, the sky was not yet bright in New York, the brown-haired boy had messy hair, his body was covered in a T-shirt that hadn't been changed yesterday, and his blue eyes couldn't be opened dimly.

Steve walked around him with his hands and leaned on the sink to wait.

I saw the boy brushing slower and slower, and finally the toothbrush was in his mouth, and he began to sleep standing up.

The blue soldier shook his head and smiled.

He didn't wake up the little doctor, and moved forward, letting the fluffy brown-haired head rest on his chest.

Joward: "...!"

He leaned in a daze for about 5 minutes, and then woke up.

Quickly spit out the foam in his mouth, rinsed his mouth, and greeted the man: "Good morning, captain!"

Steve: "Good morning, little white bird. You can sleep in and then get up."

Joe Ward: "I saw your alarm clock time and adjusted it to be the same. Wait a minute, breakfast will be ready soon."

Steve: "—I don't remember you ever setting the alarm clock before."

He's talking about Joward's forced biological clock.

Joward was stunned for a while, thinking about it for a while, and said uncertainly: "Recently, that one seems to be less and less effective..."

Steve said gently: "It's good."

With his hands still on the sink, he saw the little doctor take his toothbrush cup from the shelf and pour him mouthwash.

When he finished, Joward took the towel from the rack and wet it to wash his face.

Face washed, Joward with razor and foam again, blue dog looking up at him, standing between his arms waiting.

God, he thought.good day.

Steve smiled: "Such a senior boss, I don't think I can afford two months' salary."

Joward was a little helpless: "This is a trivial matter. I have to serve the two kings in the clinic..."

The little doctor's hand was steady, and Steve lowered his head slightly, allowing him to move the razor on his fragile lips and chin.

Lan Dabing's long eyelashes drooped, and he looked tenderly at those pale blue eyes.

When the foam was wiped off with a towel and his chin was clean, he finally couldn't hold back.

He folded his arms on the sink, gave the hardworking little doctor a hug, and gently rubbed the top of his soft hair.

Joward was held in his arms, and he felt warm all over.

He packed up the things on the sink, wiped his hands on the towel, and wanted to go out to prepare breakfast, the blond man tightened his arms.

Joe Ward touched his arm: "Captain?"

Steve: "Steve. Steve Rogers."

Joe Ward laughed: "We're all used to being called Cap."

But somehow, if he didn't change his words, the man's strong arms refused to let go.

The corners of her lips were still curled up, as if deliberately trying to play tricks on him.

Joe Ward had no choice but to: "Steve..."

Only then did Steve let go, his voice was very gentle: "Good little Joe."

Nata Ball in the drawer of the guest bedroom is still taking a beauty sleep.

Before she went to bed, Joward cut a thin slice of cucumber and covered her entire face with it as a moisturizing mask.At this moment, she didn't wash or make up, and Joe Ward didn't dare to call her, lest he be retaliated by the big sister who cared about his appearance.

Joe Ward was buried in the kitchen making breakfast, and looked out from time to time.

He was worried that if he didn't catch anyone, the American team, a running maniac, would go out for a morning run again - he just had stitches on his belly.

But soon, he found that he didn't have to worry:

Steve stood by the kitchen door with his shoulder leaning against the door, smiling at him the whole time.

It's okay for him to watch for a minute, but it's a little embarrassing to watch from the moment Joe Ward cracks the first egg into the pan until his little quiche starts to steam.

Joe Ward avoided his gaze: "Cap...Steve, are you hungry?"

Steve: "I'm remembering."

Joward: "Memory?"

Steve: "Yeah. Maybe I can draw it when the injury on my hand heals."

Joe Ward looked at the simple omelette in the pot. The omelet was slowly bubbling and steaming, looking as lukewarm as Captain America.

He didn't know exactly what inspired the artistic cell of this American idol, so he continued to turn his back and look at his quiche, asking:

"I remember last time at the origin, you said you like drawing comics."

Steve: "Yeah. If there was no war, I'd be a cartoonist instead of serving in the military."

Joe Ward: "Hmmm..."

Steve raised an eyebrow and said softly, "Huh?"

Joward: "No, I was just a little surprised when I first heard about it. I... I thought if you weren't a soldier, you might want to be a policeman, an MP, a philanthropist..."

Steve tilted his head: "You think I'm not artistic."

Joe Ward: "That's not what it means! Of course, the cartoonist is also very good, but I... But everyone thinks that the captain was born for a greater cause... Such a feeling..."

Steve said softly, "But maybe I just want to be human."

He looked at the busy back of the little doctor and closed his blue eyes.

He had the picture he wanted in mind.

Although Joe Ward was at the captain's house, he still had to go back to the clinic first—otherwise, the one who raised the hammer would definitely have to tear down the house again when he woke up and found that he had no food to eat.

This trip back, he prepared the ingredients for the whole day, and left Nata Qiu who volunteered to take care of the balls—[Leave us alone, just stay with the captain at ease, little boy]—and took them from the closet. Enough for a change of clothes to stuff into a small school bag.

Ball didn't pay attention when he took the T-shirt, but when he stuffed socks and cotton underwear into his schoolbag, Wonder Woman looked over.

Wonder Girl Ball: [Baby, are you going on a trip?What about sunscreen, small umbrella, and sunglasses? ]

Joward quickly replied: "The captain is injured. I may stay at his house for a few days and take care of him."

Wonder Girl Ball let out an "oh".

To Joward, it might have been a "Hera."

After "Oh", she seemed to want to say something else, but after thinking about Captain America's sense of morality, she finally let it go.

Looking at Thor Ball and Neptune Ball, there seems to be no objection.

well.She even blamed her Zhenglian consultant.

Look at other captains!Everyone is relieved to hand over the little doctor to him;

What's his turn?A leader who looks serious at ordinary times, once the baby Bruce is released, every ball must be highly nervous, either chasing and intercepting or strictly defending, for fear that if he is not careful, he will let him take the little sugar bag away, like a tiger like a wolf Squeeze out the juice.

Joward was carrying his schoolbag alone, and when he returned to the captain's house on a hamster ball, he saw the captain flipping through an old picture book as expected.

He found out last night that the captain's house didn't have many entertainment items. There were only a few old picture albums on the bookshelf. Judging from the date of publication, they were all before the 70s.

I don't know how many times I flipped through it, the margins of the album are fluffed.

"Take you to the musical tonight?"

When Joe Ward put the change of clothes into the guest bedroom, he heard the man sitting on the sofa ask suddenly.

Joe Ward: "?"

Joe Ward, who usually only takes Jerry to watch big animated movies, once again confirmed the captain's attributes as a literary youth...

Steve: "Ever been to Broadway, Joe?"

Broadway is around Times Square in New York, while the Avengers Building and the American team's apartment are in Manhattan, so the geographical distance is not far away.

Joward: "Haven't been there...but I think, uh, your injury-"

Steve: "If you want to go, I'll book a ticket. I can take my time and be fine."

At the end he smiled and added softly: "I'm afraid you'll be bored."

Joe Ward: "? No, I'm also very homely... If Spidey and the others don't take me out to play, I won't go out if I die..."

Steve: "Spider really worked hard. So I will work hard."

They had lunch, rested for a while and set off.

Wearing a black mask, with blond hair hidden in a peaked cap, and bandaged sleeves in his jacket, Steve walked slowly behind Joe Ward.

Joe Ward was afraid that the crowd would hurt him, so he deliberately chose a bus with not many people, found a single seat in front of one another, and wandered to the Broadway Center.

Just two stops later, an old woman trembled in the car.

Joe Ward subconsciously wanted to stand up and give up his seat, but his shoulder was lightly pressed by the man.

The blond man stood up, gave up the seat to the old man, and then put his hands on the backs of Joe Ward's front and rear chairs, as if vainly surrounding the little doctor.

Joe Ward raised his head: "You are wounded, captain! Let's change—"

Steve: "Steve."

Joward: "—Steve, you just sit here and hold me up. I want to get up and look out the window, it's too hard to turn my head away."

Steve thought about it and said, "Okay."

When the little doctor really stood up, he realized why the captain agreed so readily:

The man sat on the seat facing the outside, asked him to stand between his legs, and wrapped his arms around his waist and hips so that he couldn't move.

The carriages at the back were filled with people one after another. People stepped on and complained, but no one could touch the little doctor.

Joward held his shoulders, always feeling a little bit ashamed for no reason, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

The brim of Steve's peaked cap was pulled down very low, and from Joe Ward's perspective, only a black mask could be seen.

But what he couldn't see was that the corners of the man's lips under the black mask were slightly raised, as if contented.

The author has something to say: small theater, bat: there is also one in the bat cave tonight... (mumbling)

Da Chao: Saturday!Good day, take Jerry to the musical